The Dead Man's Eyes

If you have read Jane Eyre, read this poem. Some of you may see that Rockstar Alvarez posted this poem. Somehow, i was logged into my account, but when I tried to post this, it gave him credit.

The control of the birds stolen from me,

Cut by those animals for nothing.

Picked up and taken to the jail with red everywhere.

Feeling shrills of anxiety by the dead man's stare.

Reading the hatred in their eyes.

Forced to face all Mrs. Reed's lies.

Feeling Low before shipped to school.

Ready to be swinging from vines of new rules.

Settling in isn't quite so simple;

Finding faith, religion, and a Temple.

Learning different ways of dealing with hate

Other than letting my thoughts flood with rage.

Embarrassment hurts, but it brings smiles.

Nice to be humanized once in a while.

All the good in my life Burns in front of me.

Illness strikes, taking love, leaving nothing.

A governess, a mistress, one without,

Thorns in my side, too many to count.

Leaving the tree for the teaching of the poor.

St. John helping to offer me more.

Refusing the first call, accepting the second.

Who knew fire was a blessing?

Yorick helped e see through the sexist lies.

As i finally see through the dead man's eyes.